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"Traffic," I lied. Really, I’d been panicking in my car for ten minutes.

"Maybe," she whispered, "I got tired of performing."

She laughed—a real, unpolished sound. "Relax. I just need a few candids for my social. Something raw. Real. ‘New Year’s with my…’" she trailed off, smirking. "We’ll fill in the blank later." For the next half hour, I forgot she was Octavia Red. She became just Octavia—laughing as she fixed her own lipstick in the lens reflection, stealing sips from a tiny flask, fixing my camera strap when it twisted. She talked about her grandmother’s gumbo recipe, her fear of fireworks, and how she’d never actually been kissed at midnight. NFBusty 24 12 31 Octavia Red New Years With My ...

"Never?" I asked, lowering the camera.

"Cutting it close, photographer boy," she said, not unkindly. "Traffic," I lied

"Never," she said softly. "Always working. Always performing."

But it was New Year’s Eve. I was alone. My cat, Mochi, had already fallen asleep on my hoodie. "Relax

The countdown on TV began. Ten... nine...